HUH!??

How on God's Green Earth can they possible mistake MY office for Health Services???

When you first come to my office, you see a door PLASTERED with posters of up coming events.
Not only that, but by my door is another cork board filled with more events and a prop table with props on it!

When you look inside you will meet a knight that stands about 5 feeet high and yes he is in shining armour!

You will then see my desk and leaning up against that desk is a parking sign that says "Drama Queen Parking".

You will then see all the little artsy fartsy things placed on my desk and you will see beautiful abstract oil/acrylic paintings on my highly coloured walls...

IN NO WAY, SHAPE, or FORM, do you see anything remotely similar to a health services office!!

BUT, they come in droves they do!
They come and saunter in and ask where the nurse is!

I look at them behind my desk, at my computer and over my glasses and ask them if I look like Health Services...

I am however, thinking of going into the props department and finding a doctors or nurses costume, changing into it and grabbing the HUGE syringe, filling it with water and yelling "Next" out my door!

Any suggestions??

Rocky Horror Picture Show Party

October 30, 2010
Celebrating 35 years of the cult classic.
I can't wait...
Oh by the way Wilma, I finally got the show watched...

What to do, what to do?

Since my uncle passed, I have taken it upon myself to keep his carpenters ring. Its a nice ring with a ruby and a diamond on it. Aunt Petunia knows I have it and really, I am not prepared to give it up to her. There are two places it will end up and Im ready to fight for the ring.

It will either end up pawned or in the cairn we are currently building for my grama, grapa and now uncle.

Remember: grama and grapa are still in my room at the farm!

Auntie Petunia has asked mom to get it from me....mom's asked me and my answer was "she ain't gonna get it".

I also have a meeting with the two people that I hate on Tuesday. Just me and four others...my gut is already twisting in knots. Thank goodness though for this blog as I have all dates documented...!!! Proof is a good thing.

Wake me up when September ends

September is always such a hard month for me, and for my mom.

This is the month of my grapa's birthday...Happy Heavenly Birthday. This is also the month of my grama's death.

Two people who mean so very much to me. Two people who I can't hardly wait to see again. I know my heart shouldn't be heavy, but it is soooo terribly heavy. The pain is almost unbearable. So with that I try hard to keep myself busy, try to think of only the best and muddle through the month..thank goodness its almost done.

National Day

Elephant Appreciation Day

Life lesson #1

If life throws you lemons....bring out the Tequila!!

Survivor

Yay! A new season of one of my favourite reality tv shows are back on again....yup....Survivor!!

Yes, I am one of thossssse people. I also really, really enjoy and laugh the hell out of myself over Wipeout.

Wipeout makes me cry, I laugh so hard. The big red bouncy balls do it for me every time.


Gotta love the balls!

Lake Louise

Happy Heavenly Birthday Grapa!!!

I miss you everyday!

I love you.

Rant - Intuition

Today, I am heading out with 5 other strangers to a Leadership Sypmosium. I know only 2 out of the 5. Does that mean I should not go?

I am on Twitter and have 71 people following me...I maybe know 3, I don't know the rest....does this mean I should cancel my account since I don't know the other 68 people?

I am on Blogger and have some beloved blogger friends and have not met many of you face to face, should I block you from reading my blogs? HELL NO!

Which leads me to facebook.
I am the creator or 4 pages and have over 3 hundred friends. Some acquaintances, some co-workers and some game players...some I do not know. Being the creator of 4 pages with over 6 hundred people on all four of them, some I do not know, does this mean that I make them not like the page cuz of my profile on it?

If you don't like that new people come into my life everyday, then I guess I better stay home this week and not get into a car with 5 other people. I guess I better tell my boss that I can't run 4 pages anymore and that I better stay in the house with the blinds closed and the car in the garage.

My other point is this.

I have a really good gut intuition. If my gut is telling me to run!, I run! If my gut is telling me these are good people, then they are good people.

Two people made me feel really bad about myself last night and when I defended myself and gave examples to both of them about what they do on these social networks, that what they do is essentially the same thing, this conversation made all these horrible feelings come back. Feelings that I swore I would never have again in my lifetime.

Im really hurt, that these two people, have the gall to tell me what is right and what is wrong when they have no room to talk.

I had these garbage feelings come back, the ones that landed me at the farm for a week, seeing a doctor who had to prescribe me happy pills so I wouldn't jump off the bridge.

How dare you make me feel that way!

If you don't like what I am doing then you can "de-friend, de-follow, and de-blog" me! I am doing nothing wrong. Nothing!

So, get off my back, take a look at yourself. You are no different then I am.

Get a grip!

Home sick

Where have the days gone?

The time went by so fast.

Its September and the leaves are changing, the wind is a little chillier and the animals are starting to hair up for the cold months that lie ahead.

The days are getting shorter which is making my internal clock want to hibernate and stay under the covers for just that one...more...minute longer!

I am a little home sick though, I am missing the September horse back rides through the beautifully coloured trees, stopping along the way to take pictures of the nature that surrounds me. I am missing the smell of the wet wood as we ride. I am missing the laughter and the fun my cousins and I had riding horseback, running flat out across the open prairie and looking down at my horses mane flowing back and touching my hand that holds the rein. I miss our giggling while we coax our horses to jump over fallen logs...yes, I am home sick.

Maybe I can get home for that one last ride before the snow flies.

Say Good Bye.

Good Bye Uncle Billy.
I love you.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas